Quotes About Emotion

Native scholar Greg Cajete has written that in indigenous ways of knowing, we understand a thing only when we understand it with all four aspects of our being: mind, body, emotion, and spirit.

There is such tenderness in braiding the hair of someone you love. Kindness and something more flow between the braider and the braided, the two connected by the cord of the plait.

I think you cannot own a thing and love it at the same time.

Recent research has shown that the smell of humus exerts a physiological effect on humans. Breathing in the scent of Mother Earth stimulates the release of the hormone oxytocin, the same chemical that promotes bonding between mother and child, between lovers. Held in loving arms, no wonder we sing in response.

Full Disclosure: I hate David with the passion of a thousand fiery suns all going to supernova at the same time

The love you needed was the kind best avoided.

It's just poetry, beauty and love. How hard can that be to act?

For your mother and mine." -Alec

What is love if not a trick of the light?

Did you miss me?' "A little bit," she said with a shrug. "You have tears running down your cheeks," he said with a grin. "I think you missed me more than a little.

I didn't want to cry in front of you." He wiped away the tears with the pad of his thumb. "I want you to cry only in front of me.

He reached out and lightly touched her hair. There's no way, he thought. I'm sunk. And my heart hasn't beat the same since she walked into town.

She had become the answer to prayers he hadn't known he whispered.

I like the way you kiss-a couple of test kisses, then a huge kiss.

At some point he realized that he knew how she felt—once you know how much you love someone, no one else would do.

Your big scary husband is crying.

Lou had a memory like an elephant; it took a lot to cause her to hold a grudge, but once she achieved it, it was even harder for her to let go.

The hardest part of training a painter is showing him how to introduce emotion into his work,

His smile was constant, which was a signal—you only smile when something makes you smile. If you smile all the time, you're hiding something.

Oh, there was another swearword, not even on the cusp, even though he is definitely a shitbag." She smiled at him. "I bet you've just about had it with me, huh?" He pulled her close. "I've had it with you, all right. And not enough of it, either." "Oh,

MY PAIN IS NAMED

Pain has a flavor.

She's such a lovely woman, he'd tell me time and time again. I'd nod, because my mom is such a lovely woman. And charming and smart. Can't argue with any of that. She's also a fucking wack job.

I like the word 'fuck'. The word means what it means, but it also means whatever you need it to mean.